Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.